April 10, 2009
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My porcelain skin can't shiver though I'm cold
I am a doll waiting to be sold
My form showing through butterfly lace
Hair pulled back to see my face
A robe slipping from my shoulder
I could be young, but my eyes look older
A finger traces o'er my skin
I feel electric from within
A whisper that cause my soul to wake
I cannot move, though I shake
You bring your eyes within my gaze
The darkest light in my dreamy haze
And as I loose myself in chocolate eyes
Wondering if they're real or lies
My lips move to yours, newly awoke
And you vanish in a puff of smoke
I long again for your hearts gleam
A girl waking from a dream
Lying still just like a doll
Wond'ring if your real at all.
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